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2 min readJan 11, 2022

01.12.23

I don’t miss the girl
I was — though oh, I wish some-
-body would mourn her

What’s the name for this?
it’s on the tip of my tongue.
Like lips. Like fingertips.

Love me like the moon
in all my shades and stages
when I’m dark and done

But this is life. Not
heaven. How could any-one
expect perfection?

Oh, I could say love-
-ing you made me better. It
was leaving that did

I fear I’m the type
that loves all at once, right then
and there. Or never

I wonder what else
I missed for having given
up — a bit too soon

I lie awake to-
-night and lament on all the